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[vicarz]

My control for whether I'm just being a whiny bitch is whether my older coworker grimaces at a report of the exchange. Yes, the emails from this weekend got a grimace; he got so many emails he charged work time in violation of the berating instructions. We get more feedback on our hours worked and posted work status than anything we do - though style input on all our written work is never finished. I mean it's really never finished - he doesn't read a final version but seems to give up rearranging our work. Granted he means it, half the time he spent the weekend rearranging our paragraphs himself.

But work is now stupidly slow. Is it worth putting up with degrading treatment to have an easy job otherwise? I think I'm in the miracle job search stage, where it has to be perfect in every way. I fear I need to kick my own ass - I need to make life changes over the things that are making me unhappy just a little every day; my personal water drip torture which never seems enough to walk.

With my home and finances in flux it's a tough time to make more changes in my life - or the perfect time. Why not start from scratch everywhere? Is it harder because one part of my life is all mixed up or easier to wipe the whole slate? It's expensive; an expensive metaphor.

What is important? What is worth working through and what should be left?
I'm not good at this.
But I'm not happy.

Comments

[joanarkham.livejournal.com]

I would never suggest a non-lawyer apply for a job here, but the lawyers seem to be pretty happy. Ranked in the top 5 small agencies, flextime, telework.

[alumiere.livejournal.com]

It sounds like you need to get serious about the hunt. Your job has been frustrating you for a while. And I seem to remember you (hope it was you) saying something along the lines of not being able to help people who are unwilling to make changes to improve their lives.

[vicar.livejournal.com]

Yeah but it was frustrating me and then got great again. Like everything it's always plus and minus.

But yuh-dayamn my own words, huh? Those clever bastards!